Jerry Axson - Hypoxia Blues Lyrics

Standing in front of the supermarket payphone - a warm quarter in my hand
Rolling it over and over in my head and I still don't understand
Why the trigger in my brain keeps clicking away but the pin never strikes a cap
An impotent idea in an empty room makes me chew my leg from this trap

I'll get "high fives" later in the commissary lunchroom from "Rocket boys" ready for flight
They'll tell me I'm a hero while their eyes read zero - every muscle, every sinew drawn tight
What do you expect when you dress like that
Leopard spots and ballerina shoes
The wolf's at the door and there's fire in the core
I get these Hypoxia Blues

I'm on my way
But I don't know where I'm going to
I'm on my way
No, I don't know where I'm going to

She wants to mend fences with persuasive pretenses - she tells me let's talk today
So I'm hanging on this payphone but I might as well be alone - she's got nothing new to say
A candy land operator comes on the line to tell me life's a lemon with a sudden twist
I would tend to agree with her except everyone but me here has a gorilla in the mist

There will be "Low-Fi" moments for the rest of my life when I look back and shake my head
Instead of "up and moving" I was slowly "un-grooving" wading through the sea of the dead
What do you expect when you dress like that
Leopard spots and ballerina shoes
The wolf's at the door and there's fire in the core
I got those Hypoxia Blues